| It’s always been you
|
| The one my heart would slowly come back to
|
| The one who made my heart so cool
|
| Could melt it too
|
| Your song was my tune
|
| We played it mad, we played it true
|
| Till we got tired of being fools
|
| Oh, we are fools
|
| And I don’t want to throw salt in your wounds
|
| In my wounded heart
|
| But I see you on my worst days
|
| Praying that you would feel the same
|
| I’m seeing you there
|
| With glassy eyes and messy hair
|
| I’m feeling like you always cared
|
| You’re always there
|
| And I don’t want to throw salt in your wounds
|
| In my wounded heart
|
| But I see you on my worst days
|
| Praying that you would feel the same
|
| And I don’t want to throw salt in your wounds
|
| In my wounded heart
|
| But I see you on my worst days
|
| Praying that you would feel the same
|
| I don’t wanna find you in my sleep, in my dreams anymore
|
| I’m undone, on the run, I’m givin' up
|
| I don’t wanna find you in my sleep, in my dreams anymore
|
| I’m undone, on the run, I’m givin' up
|
| Givin' up
|
| Don’t wanna find you in my sleep, in my dreams anymore
|
| I’m undone, on the run, I’m givin' up |
| I’m givin' up, oh
|
| And I don’t want to throw salt in your wounds
|
| In my wounded heart
|
| But I see you on my worst days
|
| Praying that you would feel the same
|
| And I don’t want to throw salt in your wounds
|
| In my wounded heart
|
| But I see you on my worst days
|
| Praying that you would feel the same |